Poetry

The bride and the groom appear in traditional garbAs the wedding unfolds with vows, rings, toasts, cake,PhotographersAnd scallops wrapped in bacon.But when the bride’s handsome fatherDances with his ninety-year old motherWhile his Ethiopian-born husbandDances with the father of the bride’s second wife,While her very gay and muscular son,The bearded half brother of the bride,Dances in a circleAnd as the music fadesFalls in a mock swoonOnto the dance floorAnd no one bats an eyeYou know you are at an America wedding.